Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 32

Molly stopped her fast, "Harriet, I was just joking. If you are caught by the paparazzi, it will be difficult to explain."

"Fine." Harriet compromised.

She continued drinking for a while and felt that it was pretty uncomfortable as her hair was tied up by the head rope. She put her hand around the neck and loosened her hair band. Her waterfall of hair immediately poured down. She shook her head to spread her hair which the wind blew.

The movement was so tempting that almost suffocated all the men on the scene.

She wore no make-up instead of a simple white shirt and denim shorts, showing a pure beauty.

There was natural female beauty released from her body, mixed with a sense of wildness, which deeply attracted men.

Harriet suddenly laughed and winked at the crowd when they were still taken the breath away, "I am so beautiful."

Everyone laughed.

The crew consciously dispersed after boasting for a while as they had to get up early to shoot the film the next day.

Not far from the barbecue booth, a man stared at Harriet with coldness through the window of a black Maybach car.

Did she always joke with men in the crew when he was not around?

After saying good night to Molly, Harriet returned to her room.

As soon as she closed the door, she was dizzy and fell directly onto the bed.

It seemed as though someone was coming in when she was still in a daze. The heavy and powerful steps were familiar. When the bedside fell, her body leaned slightly and finally fell in a warm embrace.

There was a dim and deep voice in her ear, but she didn't hear a word.

Her waist was strangled and her stomach was pressed and uncomfortable. It was shaking fiercely inside. She suddenly mumbled and grabbed something to vomit.

"Harriet!" The man's voice in her ear was sullen.

Harriet was not a good drinker. She was totally unconscious since she had drunk for a long time the night. She felt as if someone was taking care of herself. She thought that it should be Molly so she was pretty reassured about the caring.

When "Molly” carried her to the bathroom to take a bath, she couldn't help thinking:

How could she be so strong as she looked that small?

"Little Molly..."

She fluttered in the bathtub and hugged Molly's neck all at once, lying on her shoulder coquettishly, "Little Molly, I'm feeling quite terrible."

"You deserve it. Why you drank so much wine?"

‘Molly''s voice was a little rough like a man, but Harriet did not think too much as she was pretty dizzy. She sighed deeply, slurring," You...you would not...be so cranky after...drinking.”

"What will you think about?"

"Think...about...Wesley…that big bastard Wesley!"

Harriet's eyes narrowed and her face was flushed. When she spoke, the scent of alcohol all poured on the face of the person in front of her, "The big liar, he lied to me..."

‘Molly'' faded his anger a little bit then patted her head for a while. He took her out of the bathtub after a quick cleaning.

He left the room after the light was adjusted to suitable intensity for sleeping.

The sound of opening the door disturbed Harriet. She opened her eyes confusedly, and could watch clearer but she only could see a glass of water on the bedside table and a figure that disappeared in the bedroom door.

It was familiar which was overlapped with the person in her memory, but she thought that she made a mistake as she was too drunk.

After getting in the car, Wesley leaned on the back of his chair and closed his eyes. The car drove for a while and he suddenly said, "What film did Harriet shoot in these days?"

Jack said slowly on the co-pilot,

"It's a costumed palace film."